Naveed Akram

My Suitcase Floated - Poem by Naveed Akram

I wanted my suitcase that day to be suitable, I claimed a life of my own, an iceberg floatedTill the world dropped far too slowly; My eyelids fluttered, due to the devastation, The violent upbringing happened to be by chanceThat chances were far too like wives of the ages.

I lived with myself in words and deeds To procure the centuries of doubt, An indubitable disease spent its youth.The world dropped into the furnace of the sea, Oceanic splendours amassed and betrayedA small number of inhabitants who believed.